Thomas Moore

Oh! Arranmore, Loved Arranmore - Poem by Thomas Moore

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Oh! Arranmore, loved Arranmore, How oft I dream of thee, And of those days when, by thy shore, I wander'd young and free. Full many a path I've tried, since then, Through pleasure's flowery maze, But ne'er could find the bliss again I felt in those sweet days.

How blithe upon thy breezy cliffs At sunny morn I've stood, With heart as bounding as the skiffs That danced along thy flood; Or, when the western wave grew bright With daylight's parting wing, Have sought that Eden in its light Which dreaming poets sing;

That Eden where the immortal brave Dwell in a land serene -- Whose bowers beyond the shining wave At sunset, oft are seen. Ah, dream too full of saddening truth! Those mansions o'er the main Are like the hopes I built in youth -- As sunny and as vain!

Comments about Oh! Arranmore, Loved Arranmore by Thomas Moore

Great poet and songwriter. See his'Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms'. Wonderful place and wonderful images of it. Presumably there is a tune for this. Richly evocative poetry.(Report)Reply